Saturday, December 19, 2009

So, I can't keep my satellite dish?

This is a real letter I had to send to the management company who runs the shit-hole condominium development where I live.

Mr. { NAME WITHHELD}:
I have recently received a letter informing me of the Satellite Dish Compliance that {COMPANY NAME WITHHELD} Management plans to begin enforcing on behalf of the {CONDOMINIUM NAME WITHHELD} Condominium Association, requesting my “voluntary compliance”.
Let me start by saying that I appreciate the opportunity to “remedy my situation”, because, truth be told, I was unaware that there was any situation to remedy.

I have had my DirecTV satellite dish for going on 5 years now and thus far my having it has never been a problem. My family and I love the service and would prefer to keep our status as customers. And let’s face it, you can’t beat DirecTv’s adult channels with a stick. So to speak.

I had approval to install the dish in it’s current location form a former Association board president who lived across the driveway from me and unfortunately for me, I do not have any written proof, and she has since moved away, having seen the writing on the wall here long before the rest of us poor saps who will rot here as we are unable to give this shanty shacks away.
After reading through the new requirements laid out in your letter it looks like I will be unable to keep my dish. But before I jump the gun and go back to life with only 4 local channels and no porn, I was hoping you could help me clarify the new requirements.
Your regulations state:
“All dishes must be installed indoors unless acceptable quality signal cannot be received. If it is necessary to install outdoors, then the dish must be installed within the owner’s limited common area provided, however that installations upon or in any walkway , driveway, stairway, air-conditioner or heating unit, or window, are prohibited for maintenance and safety reasons. Dishes must not attach to or encroach upon the common areas or another owner’s limited common area or unit. Dishes shall not obstruct access to any unit. Dishes may not be affixed to the building or patio fences. Dishes may be installed in the enclosed patio area or within owner’s limited common area.”
Installed indoors? Come the fuck on! Perhaps a better rule would be “Residents must breathe with their heads in a plastic bag at all times unless quality air cannot be obtained.” Let’s just skip the bullshit. Nobody can install a satellite dish inside their house and still get a signal. Ok, so we’ve established I have to install it outside, and from the sound of it, that’s totally cool as long the dish can magically hover.
Next section:
“All dishes must be installed by a licensed contractor in compliance with local building and safety codes, in accordance with the manufacturer’s instructions, and shall not damage or impair the limited common areas.”
No problem. I wasn’t convinced the giant dinner plate I covered in tin foil was going to work all that well to begin with. Moving on...
Dishes must be shielded from view from the outside community and from other units to the maximum extent possible. Decorative covers, i.e. imitation rocks or patio furniture, and shrubbery may be acceptable shields as determined by the Association.
Shielded from the outside community to the maximum extent possible? Folks this is a godamn SATELLITE DISH, not your teenage daughter’s unwanted pregnancy.
All installations shall take aesthetic considerations into account. Dishes and all associated equipment and wiring shall be painted to match the color and of the structure they are adjacent to.
Let me get this straight. You expect me to find the exact color of fecal brown that my condo is painted and slather that shit all over the satellite equipment?!! I’ll take aesthetics into consideration as soon as somebody takes down all those ancient bent up, rusty-ass TV antennas off the roofs. They’re blocking my dish anyways.
The installation shall not impair the integrity of the building. These shall be no penetrations of the common areas or limited common areas. Devices that permit transmissions of telecommunications signals through (1) glass, or (2) under windows and doors such as ribbon wiring, or (3) through existing wiring. If penetration of exterior surfaces is necessary for wiring, then the penetration shall be sealed and waterproofed in accordance with applicable building codes and industry standards.
Integrity of the building? Are we talking about the same condominium development here? Have you looked around lately? The rest of the City refers to this place as “Little Detroit”. Haven’t any of you noticed the constant mass exodus out of here? How 'bout the fact that the cops spend more time here than in any other part of the City?
All Contracted installers must provide to the Association, prior to the commencement of any work, with an insurance certificate listing the Association as an additional insured. Insurance shall meet minimum requirements: Contractors general liability including completed operations of at least $1,000,000.00 and Workers’ Compensation coverage.

So, if this guy shows up to put in my dish, should I request a different contractor?
Dish owners are exclusively responsible for all maintenance costs including, but not limited to, costs to replace, repair, maintain, move, or remove dishes or any related materials, including screening materials, structures or other items associated or appurtenant to the dishes, repair damage to any property (including, but not limited to, all common areas and limited common areas) caused by the installation, maintenance, or removal of dishes, and pay for any medical or other damages or losses for any person’s injured caused by installation, maintenance (or lack thereof) or removal of the dishes.
So you have the right to send some clumsy dumbass to remove my dish, and if through some Darwinistic mistake, he falls off the roof, lands on my neighbors dog, kills the dog and breaks his own neck, I’m responsible? Did I read that correctly? I can see nothing but good things coming from this.
Owners have 72 hours to remove or repair a dish if it becomes detached. The Association may remove the dish at the owner’s expense after 72 hours, or at anytime if the detachment threatens the safety of person’s or property.
Detached from what? Motherfucker, you already established I’m not allowed to attach it to anything to begin with...
Upon sale or other transfer of the unit, dishes must be removed and the area restored to its original condition.
Define “Original Condition”. If I can’t attach the dish to any part of the building, does that mean you expect me to plug the ½” hole the post made in the ground? Am I responsible for buying the dirt? What if somebody falls in the hole before I get a chance to fill it in? Am I responsible for that as well?
The attached notification and waiver along with a drawing of the proposed dish installation location, height and screening materials must be submitted prior to any installation.
OK, I really want to keep my dish, so here’s my drawing:

Thank you for your consideration, I look forward to your response.
Sincerely,
Dave {Last Name Withheld}

Additional Background :

  • I did not receive a response from the management company.
  • I am going to sabotage them somehow, I just don't know how...yet.
  • Never, EVER buy a house in a development with a "homeowner's board". It equates to having your life ruled by geriatric, cranky, bored, power-hungry retards who thrive on making you life miserable the way zombies thrive on brains.

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Sunday, December 13, 2009

I wanna take you to a gay bar



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Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Your Whangdoodle Horoscope - November

Aries - March 21 - April 19

Time to get out there and turn some heads Aries. Try to expose the people around you to new ideas and experiences, even if they have no interest in them. Stuff some Christianity down their throats, or insist that they suddenly become Wiccan. They might resist, but you can always just insult them until their willpower breaks down. Remember Aries, there's no time like the present!

Taurus - April 20 - May 20

Today is just the same as the rest of your life Taurus. You're so insistent on placating your own unrealistic feelings that you slog forward blindly, like a cyclops with eye-herpes, screwing everything up as you go along. There's no point in even trying to help you. I give up.

Gemini - May 21 - June 21

Today is the day to get motivated Gemini! You've been holding back for far too long and your romantic life is beginning to suffer. Stop being such a fucking ice queen and dole that shit out. I don't care if its to the first fucking loser that comes along. Use it or lose it Gemini. Use it or lose it. If you need to talk: (404) 776-1212

Cancer June 22 - July 22

I'm sorry, but today is the day you find out you have cancer, Cancer. Tough luck, but frankly you should have seen that shit coming. Regardless of your influences and motivations, this change of events is going to have some effect on your affairs for some time to come.

Leo - July 23 - August 22

The financial situation you've been struggling with might just come to a close today Leo. Of course, this might be because those mobsters from the dog track have finally figured out where you live. After they nail your scrotum to a chair, beat you with a sack of oranges and take everything you own, they may just write you off for dead. Enjoy your day.

Virgo - August 23 - September 22

Been indecisive lately have we Virgo? ... Yeah we have. Life seems like a buffet virgo, until you stand around too long and a hoard of fat rednecks come and eat everything, leaving you with whatever's left in the sloppy trough-corners. I'm just sayin.

Libra - September 23 - October 22

Your emotional sympathies are likely to cause trouble for you today Libra. Your pathetic attempts at keeping your emotionally dysfunctional family together are likely to finally break down. Either your mom is going back to rehab or you're coming home to an intervention in your name, one of the two.

Scorpio - October 23 - November 21

Your mysterious nature and hot-headedness may get you into trouble today Scorpio. You'd be well advised to take careful appraisal of your actions and try not to go into Total Fucking Douchebag Mode like you pretty much always do. Stop flapping your dick-suckers and try to pay attention to the words coming out of your mouth for a change. Asshole.

Sagittarius Nov 22 - Dec 21

You may be the most talented cockweilder in the western hemisphere Sagittarius, but its all for nothing if you insist on sitting around playing with your balls all day. This is a time to resolve conflicts and force others to make decisions without giving up any ground of your own. Lay down that pipe Sagittarius, and show those bitches how that shit is done until they beg you to stop.

Capricorn - December 22 - January 19

Your actions will be governed by the root of your sign today Capricorn. This may indicate a return to the boring, unimaginative lameness you're so known for. You should go hang out with someone a little less predictable and try to make yourself interesting. If that's even possible.

Aquarius - January 20 - February 18

Today may be difficult for you Aquarius, as nobody is likely buying the psuedo-spiritualist bullshit you're always selling. Try spending today focusing on practical matters. Maybe, I dunno, do some research so you can back your shit up instead of just fucking making it up as you go along. I mean, really.

Pisces - February 19 - March 20

You may be having some trouble with your love life right now Pisces. The problem with you is that you're waaaay to fucking emotionally available. A veritable fucking care bear. When you make yourself a doormat, you get stepped on Pisces. Try strapping your balls on and standing up for your shit for a change.


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Monday, November 16, 2009

Nickelback Reinterpreted

I like the part where Nickleback sucks.


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Sunday, November 8, 2009

WTF in 3...2...1



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Thursday, November 5, 2009

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Why I Hate My Cats


I have two cats... an old black generic shorthair (Rasputin) and a straight Persian (Flats). I sort of love them... sort of. No wait, scratch that.That was just the nice thing to say, and we don't do that kind of bullshit here.THEY ARE MAKING ME BATSHIT FUCKING CRAZY.

Fleas

Do you have pets? Have you SEEN what we've made the fleas into? Evolution is at work here folks, think about it. Millions of fucking useless housepets, almost all with fleas. We apply the same chemicals to kill them all over the world. The strong survive, the weak die... we are training the fleas to be stronger fleas. And that shit has worked. Those motherfuckers are huge and fast, like black, evil, leaping sesame seeds. Normally I see the little bastards coming. They jump off the cat and I find them crawling around in my fucking socks like little insectoid ninjas... Then I know the infestation is afoot and I bring forth swift, chemical death. Not this time. This time friends, the bastards terraformed my goddamn cat. I shaved her down and found a teeming metropolis of insectoid evil. It was like LV426 under there. The fuckers were all down at the skin, building cities from their blood turd crust. It was fucking unholy. Next step, bath time. Fuck.

Bath Time

Bathing cats just sucks. It sucks huge swollen ass is what it does.

Originally, bathing was much more of an issue, as Flats (who is normally the most quiet, innocuous little being on the planet), when water is applied, gremlinizes into a whirling dervish of razor-sharp death. I'm talking claws in the skin so deep it pulls up like a tent as I run around the room screaming cursewords straight outta Deadwood into her petrified, pan-flat face of cuteness. Now however, I have become a ruthless, dictatorial manhandler of cats. When your ass is in the sink, I am not fucking around. I have the stone-clawed immobilizing hands of a titan and if you so much as meow you're getting the mother's neck grip of death. (that's right beatch) So that's that, the bath shit is HAPPENING.

So, I dropped the poison shampoo bomb on that cat like napalm on a Cambodian village. I generally start by creating a poisonous DMZ around the cat's neck, so the escaping refugees from the body can't hide in the cat's safe, bunker-like orifices. This time, that shit did not work. The freaky-ass genofleas crawled through the DMZ and went for the eyes like hippies descending on a Widespread concert. It was a teeming mass of them... I was shocked. Like I just caught Arnold blowing Willis... I just did not see that shit coming. Blindsided by the sheer numbers, I blasted those bitches with hot water and more poison soap... made the cat into a fluffy cloud of insecticide. This thinned their numbers, but many survived... hiding in the dark recesses of the armpits awaiting the impending hatching of their reinforcements until they could start their unholy fucked-up metropolis anew. I needed bigger weapons.

Capstar - The Shit Gets Real

I went to the vet pronto the next day to acquire the WMD of anti-flea shit - Capstar. This substance is so vile, it turns your cat's vital fluids into unholy demon poison, killing the fleas as they attempt to suck forth the delicious nectar of life. Its a cruel, punji-pit horrible way to die I am sure... I laughed under my breath as I delivered the murderous payload by cramming it into my cat's food hole. Those bitches were going DOWN.

Side Effects

Two days later, Flats goes inert. By inert I mean not fucking moving, total limpness. No eating, no drinking, just laying there like a hairy bag of meat and sticks. At this point, I got concerned. Actually, my roommate Steve got concerned, as he cares about 3X as much about my cats as I do (sorry its true). Flats was not looking good. By this time, its sweet fucking Saturday. If I was a vet, I would not work on Saturday. I would be on my boat with my feet up sucking down martinis because I am rich as fuck. The only person richer than me, would be the sly motherfucker who works on Saturdays. Why you ask? I'll tell you why, just read your ass on.

The Value of Life

Arriving at the only open Saturday vet, I wait for an hour with my limp cat in my lap to see Animal-Jesus-Takes-His-Sweet-Ass-Time. They finally call us in. They give my cat a half-ass, cursory examination while shaking their heads and making the horrible-cruel-person face at me (I don't buy into that bag of crap). Then they tell me they are going to come back with an "Estimate". Now I don't know about you, but when I heard the word "Estimate", my asshole clenches down like a badger on a rodent's neck. I've been to the mechanic bitch, you need to get a new word, because that shit has me looking for exits like I've got PTSD. True to fucking form, the sweet little assistant girl (not the Doctor, as he doesn't want to deal with this unpleasant chunk of reality) brings in the - ahem - "Estimate".

$1300.00

Yes, read that shit again.

$1300.00

Is this a government vet? Because I think the Obama administration is behind this epic, mind-raping number. By The Gaht-Damn Unholy Unjesus there is NO WAY that shit is happening. I laughed contemptuously with the most sarcastic D-Bag chuckle I could muster.

Me: "Uh, yeaaaah... This number isn't gonna work"

Vet Puppet Lady: "Well, we really need to do all these procedures... I don't see anything I can, in good conscience, remove from this list."

Me Again: "Well then, my cat's gonna die."

She didn't even call my bluff. She looked truly shocked, like I had slapped her grandmother in the face with a dildo. I fired back quickly, before the stun debuff could wear off. "I'm sure you can prioritize these treatments and cut this number in half so we can save her life."

Call me an asshole. Go ahead, do that shit. ITS A CAT. My cat gets hit by a car and its eyeball pops out, those hungry bastards are gonna try to sell me a glass fucking cat eye. No dice. Sew that sucker shut. I'll get her a patch and change her name to Old Smedley. My cat has kidney failure? I'm not doin fucking cat dialysis. Make the little bastard comfortable. Painkillers and comforting petting are cheap. I know I seem cruel, but the little fuckers have the best life EVER. All they do is parade around the house being nonchalant and shit and either annoying me while I'm trying to do something useful or they are whining about the free food. They lay on my bed where its nice and warm instead of in a cold, stinking dumpster on a street corner, and then they puke a hairball on my extra pillow while I sleep and then lie next to it. I keep them safe from being savaged by dog teeth, and they stick their paw in my mouth while I sleep and wiggle that shit around to wake me up. I shit you not.

Anyway soon, the Vet Puppet came back with a $700 "Estimate", which I begrudgingly accepted... There's my Good Samaritan Award right there. That shit is an XBox with Gold Live service worth of value sacrificed to save my useless, but magically charming, pet. I've already out peace-prized Obama in his first year just with that.

Needless to say, the extensive battery of space-age tests they conducted with the analysis gear they must've borrowed from fucking NASA found anemia (from fleas, duh), a kidney stone (she's gettin' old) and an abdominal mass they couldn't identify that's probably not life threatening. They injected some fluid under her skin to rehydrate her, and Bang-Fucking-Pow she's back to following me around and breathing her dead-owl breath into my face. Super.

No really though... Flats is a magical, smash-faced being of benevolence and I'm glad she's lived to see today... though I'm barely 700$ glad and I'm Gaht-Damn-Sure I'm not 1300.00$ worth of glad... What would make me 1300.00$ worth of glad? A week in a roomful of squeaky-clean dead-hot Brazilian prostitutes maybe... but for shit-sure not a Felis Catus.

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